Grabbing the towel off the chair next to my bed I wipe the sweat thats covering my face off as I head out of my bedroom to take a hot shower, its been a year but I still dream about it like it was yesterday. I was exhausted, my wolf, even more exhausted from the heart break we had encountered.
Turning on the shower I undress and sit at the bottom of the bath letting the water rain down on me, I have to get over this. But how? Hooking up with other men will only hurt my wolf more, she needs him. My tears are on the brink of coming out, but I held it in like always.
I can't sit here and cry anymore, I'm done. Done hiding the countless nights I don't sleep, done crying after seeing everyone I grew up with find their mates. I'm done worrying about him.
Last summer I spent my time away from my pack at a private beach resort that was owned and operated by a nearby pack, my friends wouldn't stop raving about it that winter before so I figured why not? Dad said he was fine taking care of the pack so I declared to live a little. And oh boy did I, it was everything I needed, the warm sand between my toes the clear ocean that soaked my body, man it was perfect.
We spent many days shopping, and partying, not that any of us minded, we all just turned 21 so we wanted to experience it all. One night, Sydney my closets friend decided that we should head to a beach party that she found out about earlier that day while listening in to some girls gossip. To say the party was the lamest one would be the worst lie I've ever told. We were having so much fun, then I spotted him.
He was across the beach talking to some guys. He was just a bit taller then me, he was only wearing trunks so I could see his full body, and man...was it killer literally, I think his abs could kill they were so defined. I couldn't make out the color of his eyes because it was too dark and I was too far away. But I could see that killer jaw line he had.
He was mine.
My wolf howled in excitement, she knew who he was to us, so I did what any logical female wolf did. I walked up to him and said hi.
The rest of the trip was spent with him and I together every hour of the day. He wouldn't leave my side. But he wouldn't mark me which I thought was odd, I wanted him to. I was ready! Hell I would do anything for my mate.
But then I found out why, the last day of our vacation I finally worked up the nerve to ask him to come home to my pack, we never exchanged what pack we were from, hell I didn't even know his last name. I didn't care, I figured we had all the time in the world. Man was I SO wrong. Not only did he refuse to tell me where he was from, but he rejected me too. After the month we spent together he rejected me because he had a fiancée at home waiting for his return. I meant nothing to him. I was crushed, ruined, weeks after I had cried myself to sleep every night because I couldn't tell anyone what had happened to me. I was too embarrassed..I swore my friends to secrecy making sure they'd never tell a soul, I was too proud. I am still too proud.
I was the Luna of the Dark Moon pack, I couldn't dwell on the past when my father needed my help to run the present. We lost my mother years ago to cancer, a rare but awful think for our kind, and he fell apart. He lost his mate, and his only daughter had to help build the pieces of himself back up. He had a pack he needed to run so I took over some responsibilities, one of them traveling to other packs making sure their loyalty was still pledged to us. We weren't only feared for the sheer amount of how far our pack lines run but we were also looked up to, we never failed, we were always on top, always smart about the decisions we made. And for the most part people looked up to us for that.
I finished my shower quickly washing my long blonde hair and tired body with my favorite scents I dried off and put on a pair of grey leggings and a white v-neck shirt. Leggings always helped my figure shine through. They hugged my ass and shown off my pear figure. I may be still hurting but I never hid myself away. I will conquer this pain I have.
Why?
Because I am Hannah Marie Light damnit! And I deserve happiness.
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Second Chances
WerewolfHannah Light was always busy Luna running around for her father making sure the pack was always in order, and pack business was taken care of, even left herself hide the emotions of being rejected by her mate. She thought she may be alone for the re...